He was sunshine, I was midnight rain He wanted it comfortable I wanted that pain He wanted a bride I was making my own name Chasing that fame He stayed the same All of me changed like midnight

So I peered through a window A deep portal, time travel All the love we unravel And the life I gave away

It was at that very time that she became aware of moisture on her face, and since it was such a shock to her system, it drove her to speak the first sentence she had said since the death of her father. "Are you able to tell me exactly when the rain began falling?" Betty seemed fatigued, which was reflected in her soulless and lifeless voice. She had the impression that she could go to sleep for the rest of her life and never be content with herself. However, she was shivering so badly that she thought she could hear her teeth chattering as a result of the impact.

"She's going into shock," he said quietly as if he were trying not to terrify an already terrified animal further. "She's going into an anxiety attack." The minute after that, he shone the penlight directly into Betty's eyes, and she quickly closed them in response. "Miss Cooper, that is quite the gash on your forehead," the doctor said. When Betty heard her last name being spoken out loud, she immediately began crying and shook her head. She also let out a feeble sigh.

Betty trembled and moaned, "Please just call me Betty," since she did not want to hear her father's surname. The memories were still much too fresh and horrifying to bear thinking about. While the EMT nodded his understanding and had a sad look in his eyes.

He reacted with a sincere "Of course, Betty," and she could see from his tone that he meant what he said. Her attention was pulled to the nametag he was wearing, and she skimmed it quickly before answering.

She spoke softly to him and comforted him, "It's alright, Kyle.Who among us absolutely has to be there if even one of us needs to go to the hospital?"

"The antidote saved both of your lives, but the fluids will be of even greater assistance in removing the toxins that were produced by the poison. I would want both you and Veronica to be given an intravenous full of fluids so that the toxins may be removed from your bodies as rapidly as possible. At the very least, I'd want to have a conversation with you, Jughead, and Archie. I want to make sure that the damage to your ribs is nothing more than simple bruises,"

The image of Betty's father's dead corpse that had just appeared in her mind at that precise instant caused her lungs to constrict and her airway passages to narrow, and she immediately dove into the familiar depths of an ice cold, excruciatingly painful panic attack. When she thought of the rain once again, her breathing became irregular, her heart pounded violently against her ribs, and tears flowed down her cheeks, which increased the level of terror she was already experiencing.

Kyle advised his companion, who was watching him with a concerned expression on her face, to just count to 10 while maintaining a regular, regulated breathing pattern. "Betty, do you think you could help me out with this?"

Betty gave a little nod and tried her best to carry out his instructions, making an effort to take great breaths in and respectable breaths out despite her internal resistance. As she worked to get her breathing back to normal while wearing the oxygen mask, her fists curled tightly inward.

After some time, he gently took hold of her wrist and sat with her through the worst of the anxiety attack. Betty was relieved that the medical professionals had only seen what they perceived to be the worst of the situation, so she loosened her hands and tucked them under her ribs as it passed. She expressed her gratitude to the world for the fact that they hadn't seen the worst of it. It seems like Kyle wanted to keep the oxygen mask on for an extended period of time, which caused her to breathe incorrectly. After some time, he was able to take it off, and the four of them climbed into the back of the ambulance, which then raced across town and towards the hospital in Riverdale with its sirens blaring.

Following the administration of intravenous fluids and the subsequent pumping of those fluids into Betty's skin for a period of time, she found herself in bed. She was aware that her friends did not like to sleep and would rather remain up with her, yet, she encouraged him to get as much rest as he could today, knowing that things would be different the next day. She did this in a kind manner.

Nightmares.

PTSD.

Depression.

Anxiety.

Betty was forced to deal with all of the unpleasant rubbish holes, despite the fact that she did not like to deal with them but was aware that she could not run away forever.

The death of her father had occurred. Gone forever, never to be seen or heard from again. Despite the fact that he was a murderer, she did feel a certain way about it. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to feel about it, however.

Empty.

She would never again feel whole or complete.